Monday, December 31, 2007

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Benazir Bhutto

When I first saw Benazir Bhutto in a magazine, she was the beautiful, Oxford-educated future Prime-Minister of Pakistan.
She was murdered today.
Shame on the scum.
Pakistan should be sealed off and left to rot.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The Yeti-Penguin Game

I got to 265.9 yards on my second go.
Courtesy of Bogol.

Sunday, December 16, 2007


That we don't have East Germany to set an example any more.
Now we are all living in East Germany. And it is only a few private companies that are quietly holding out.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Y'Know What?

Tis the season to be merry.
So I got to the venue, the big luxury hotel where Hank Scorpio was feting us for Christmas.
There was a lovely choir of schoolchildren singing carols, and a bar for drinks.
They served us coloured champagne at the entrance.

I stood at the bar for fifteen minutes, trying to get a drink, but all the barrack-room suits got in first, because I'm new to the company and I didn't want to tell the cunts to stay out of my fucking way.
Eventually Big Al comes in with the Missus and gets me my drink.
He's okay.
Then dinner is announced.
I go and get my roast beef, and sit down, somewhat chaotically (no plan here), with some geezers and their girls.
The one guy goes on and on about how we should be wearing party hats because it's Christmas.
I eat up and fuck off back to the bar before I am tempted to tell the guy what to do with his party hats.
One more beer-they actually serve me this time.

I sit around sipping my beer.
The woman that suddenly started glad-eying me(after being extra-special-insular at work) disappears.
I'm left with half a beer and a mobile phone.

Ten minutes later I'm in a cab, having a cheerful chat about music with the cabbie, on the way back into town.
I make it back to my pad with just enough time to crack a Tetleys tinnie before Ugly Betty.

Best thing all night.

Like Beethoven and Jesus....

The Omega Man was black.(Or should that be BLACK?)
Meanwhile Charlton Heston(who is still alive) must be rolling his own.
Ammo, that is.

Thursday, December 13, 2007


Despite what I said about San Francisco by Christmas....
Despite the recent successes....

The fact remains that the war will go on.
I recieved a fat bonus; but the old accommodations still aren't signed off, and I don't get a full year's leave to play with until April.

But in May....I will be free.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I Want A Mistress....

For Christmas.

Why can't I have a girlfriend like this?

Monday, December 10, 2007

The Shit-Brown Dog.

From Wikipedia - The Brown Dog Riots. Apparently there used to be a scientific class, which actually engaged in militancy.
This counter-sentimentalism is the real reason Compulsion was introduced to what used to be education.
And where the author of the article abuses the word 'worker', you should read 'unemployed malcontent layabout'.

Friday, December 07, 2007

H.M.S. Thunderer.

The experience has also tried his Buddhist beliefs. “I hate the soldiers now,” he said through an interpreter. “I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Those who killed monks will go to the lowest depths of the Hells. They will not scare us into giving up, though. We are even more determined to continue our struggle against the military. We want peace, national reconciliation, lower prices and the release of political prisoners and Aung San Suu Kyi.

From The Times.

Lest We Forget.

Here's the rub.
Either we say that Burma is our concern, that Freedom is right, not just for us but for everybody, or we say that Burma is a faraway land with internal policies that do not affect us and are not our concern.

If the former, we will be accused of Western Culturo-centric bigotry and Imperialism.
If the latter, we will be accused or reneging on our international obligations and duties, and that we are callous and illiberal.
Damned if we do and damned if we don't, in other words.

But isn't it time we all saw through the irrational anti-decision which forbids us from saying 'either-or' and condemns us to the torrents of purefied, putrified 'guilt' that are directed from below?

The facts are always the opposite of what the conformal mainstream try to trick us with; the facts are as follows.
Burma is in the grip of a criminal conspiracy.
We have the right to end it by any means we see fit.
We have the right to pursue a policy of civil re-alignment in Burma until the conspiracy is eradicated.
In no sense are we obliged to do anything.
In no sense is it our duty to do anything, particularly as states, but if private individuals organise themselves to destroy the criminals, so much the better.

And if such individuals are pursued back to the West in the event of failure or revenge, then our states do have a duty to protect them.

And that is the truth, whatever the reality.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

This Just In....

The SBC Internet correspondent reports:
All over the country, indeed, the world, people running blogs on HaloScan, because they think, perhaps, that it is 'alternative', are waking up to find that their comments sections, normally a scene of thriving discourse, are static and stagnant.

It gets worse.

Anybody even trying to view a Haloscan-hosted site will be put on indefinite hold, and only by back-navigating from a subsequent site will they be able to view the blog in question.
And they still will not be able to leave any comments.

As one industry insider put it:
"What the fuck? The fucking haloscan sites are all fucking useless. What am I going to look at now?"

What indeed?
This has been your SBC correspondent, Roger Lootenant, currently in cyberspace.

Monday, December 03, 2007

You Can Watch It On The Internet.

This image came to us courtesy of UtterOutrage blog.

A Very British Disease.

A children's television programme (on the BBC, where else?) is on at about five pm Mondays.
It is called 'Beat The Boss', a title which tries to predispose the youngsters towards hating the boss, that person who is the one authority which actually does have the right to be.

Anyway, two teams of children get together with two teams of business people, and design a product.
The children take it all rather seriously, thinking as they tend to, that they will be allowed to make a difference.
The two teams came up with two very different toys, which the enthusiastic companies turned into prototypes.

At this point, in reality , they would allow the market place of people's desires and ambitions to decide the success of the products.
At this point, the children would discover freedom.

What do the televisors do?
Why, they decide that a panel-of-experts will decide which is the best.

You see the valuable lesson being taught here; experts are the real authority, appointed by, well, 'the real authority', to decide 'expertly' who is permitted to live.
Welcome to fascist Britain, Social Fascist Britain, where nobody is allowed to be free for to be free is to be an outcast.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

War of 1812 Anybody?

Hey ho.
Just leave the idiots to stew.

Star Wars- The Bunkum Menace.

In due course and due time, ITV1 had to start showing the 'Prequels' in their Sunday afternoon slot.
I decided to give them a look.
So along comes the 20th Century Fox fanfare.
Then a rather blank and tapped on quote from the original(Galaxy far far away etc.).
Then the wonderful music and the scrolling storyline.
It read like a Guardian editorial about Rwanda would, if the murderers had been Soviet.

It was pathetic, 'liberal-left' wet-dream propaganda.
The implication was that we need the State, to protect us from the armies of evil Capitalists, and the state must 'be strong'.
To this end, two Jedi knights are despatched to Mongo, where the 'trading bloc' is enforcing a blockade.

I mean, they didn't say much about the original plot, but you got it.
This time, they went into exhaustive detail and described a piss-poor story that lost my interest immediately.

We all knew and understood 'evil empire'.
We don't need some professor's conformal thesis.
You can shove it. Hope they don't mind wasting all that CGI.

Think about the effects, next time you see a mindless nine-year-old swishing and swooshing with a plastic light-sabre. What is he going to become if he cannot see through this tripe, and his parents trust it because they grew up on Star Wars?

Saturday, December 01, 2007


Hello and welcome to a new News Channel, the SBC.
We are a division of Third World News, with close links to Tinpot Alley Broadcasting and Banana Republic, the home of the smooth fruit Smoothie.
We hope you will enjoy our regular broadcasts from the verge of the Non-Event Horizon, London.
Thank you.

This Just In....

The British Government is to outlaw magic wands, asserting that licensing has failed as an effective control.
This is after a goblin was turned into Harriet Harman by Harry Potter, and then went on to accept £5000 in illegal donations on behalf of the Labourious Party.

As we now know, the real Harriet Harman 'complied fully with both the spirit and the letter of the law', as she said yesterday.
So that would be the proof that it was a goblin then.

The police are being advised that in order not to frighten the children, if they find one with a magic wand, they should shoot him seven times in the head, only if a silencer is available.

This is Derek Doylum, reporting for SBC News in London.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Stupid, Fucking Mohammed Wankers

"Death to the British non-believers!"
"Other, carefully coached messages of hate!"
"There are hundreds of us!"
"Some of us have swords!"
"We don't insult Jesus. We just murder hundreds of thousands of Christians in Darfur."

These were just some of the slogans being shouted here, today in Khartoum.
Of course, Khartoum is no stranger to hot-headedness.
In the 19th Century General Gordon lost his head completely while attempting to protect thousands of innocent people from being murdered by a man who thought he actually was a prophet to rival Mohammed (ptoo).
Today the Sudanese government expressed regret at the decision of a British schoolteacher to allow her children to call Mohammed a Teddy Boy.
They claimed that he would have been unlikely to have carried a razor-blade, as he always went around with a beard.
Of course, the official that claimed this was asked how he knew Mohammed had a beard, as his likeness is forbidden, whereupon he attacked himself and committed ritual suicide by cutting his own head off.
This is Shmuel Jacobs, for SBC, Khartoum.

Ay! Youse Guys!

So. Yesterdays I gets da call from da Big Boss, da Capo de Capo of da organisation in which I have been continuing my studies for da past tree months.
Tony calls me in a says "Congratulations Pietr; you is now passed your tree months probation.
You is now a Made Man."
And he sits me down wit a computer at a double-big desk, an he says, "Keep up da good woik."

An ya knows whats?
Id suits me fine!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Yay Verily I Say Unto You...

This is Emma Clarke, the voice of the Underground.

This Was When I Showed Up.

So there I was in a foreign country, with no job, no money.
I went to the Embassy for help.
They refused.
I created a bit of a scene.
They took some details.
Then refused.
The Scottish porter in the main building kindly gave me a cup of tea. Genuinely.
I got no financial help because I couldn't supply a reference or guarantor back home.
While in the foyer of the main building I saw crates, possibly a quarter ton, of dog-food imported from England.
The British value system?
To hell with that.
Some precious little diplomat can't be sodded to help a taxpayer out of a tough situation, but his dog, his fucking dog, is too good for the foreign food!

As it happened, the local people helped me out.
A business office let me sleep on the flat roof(it was Summer), and a local builder gave me work- but first he gave me money to go and get food.

This country really is upside-down.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Betting Certainty.

It's a betting certainty that the writers of Ugly Betty have read the Fountainhead.
The style cues are there in the plot construction.
Too much to be a coincidence.
And they have learned well.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Fate Of The World - In England.

The Big Brother Corporation - or BBC - has more channels now than ever before.
On BBC4 TV, there is a nightly news programme called 'The World'.
Tonight a Jewish Israeli was invited on the show to give his opinion about the peace treaty.
He talked, rationally and calmly, with considerable authority, then suddenly Zenab Badawi, the woman who used to be shrill on Channel 4 News, started getting shrill on her new BBC show.
"Can I just intervene there.."
&c, &c, you get the picture.
In other words, she detected that the Israeli was beginning to make a point, an impact, explain his position, and that position was reasonable, so she censored him.
Fucking Bastards Corporation.

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Fate Of Humanity In England.

This, from the New York Times.

State Capitalism.

Capitalism as a Political System is the guarantor of Freedom.
Capitalism as a simple word is just a way of describing the accrewal and disposition of sums of capital, where capital is regarded as a store of human effort, to be released at (somebody's) will and sent to achieve a particular task.
Thus, the industrialisation of the Soviet Union might well be regarded as an act of State Capitalism rather than Communism; if the commune decided the application of capital democratically, two things would happen: firstly, communism, and secondly, an even greater disaster.
When the state decided, it was State Capitalism.
What we have today in the West is a messy amalgam, more toxic than any dentists, of the state being elected to do the democratically expressed economic will of the commune, in other words, a mixture of communism and state capitalism, with the few remaining capitalists arranged as puppets on strings to dance to the tunes played by the likes of Brown.
They don't try too hard.
The last time they were allowed the illusion of freedom was in the 80s, and when that happened, BOOM!, but no longer.
Meanwhile, the purer version of state capitalism in Red China is seen as the justification for all the compromises in the West, the excuse and the sponsor.
Thankfully for the likes of Ted Heath, the freedom-loving people of China(not to mention Tibet and the Falung Gong and Christians) got a 'damn good thrashing' at Tiannenmen Square in 89.
The year after, Maggie was gone, as was Ronnie.
All too late to save the Soviet Union of course, a disaster according to Putin, undoubtedly the last straw for those who seek to govern.
So today we enter the time of reckoning; we are faced with the prospect of allowing total control of our lives with the likes of Russia and China defining our freedom in the last deperate echo of the 80s, coming back to us from the impressionable new frontiers, all the while being reeled in by their States.

It's later than you think.
We have allowed them to kill the freedom movements that date back to the fifties.
Today we have nothing.
Today we are on our own.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Rip-Off Britain.

When are we going to become the 51st state?

Behavioural Reinforcement 2

In keeping with the methods used in 1990 and, for all I know, before, they like to threaten me by saying nasty things about my 'women', whomsoever they, in their desperate, floundering seekings, percieve these to be.
So for example, when I put out the standard story for my not having a particular girlfriend (think Dagny Taggart and John Galt at the arrest), they actually go ot the trouble of searching for a likely candidate for my (unlikely) affections, and then claim knowledge of this person(should such person exist, which I sincerely doubt).
They will lurk not for weeks, not for months, not even for years, but for decades in the background, patiently watching us like the filthy creeping scum they are, for signs of affection, for any sign that we have any connection at all.
At the same time, they will pass the message on that we must have a partner, we must connect with someone, we must comply by having a crowbar with which they can threaten us and pry our value system apart.
I couldn't give a fuck.
Maybe I could see a whore if the fancy takes me, but they keep me too poor.
Besides, I can't be bothered.
If I had a woman that cared about me I would be there now, not writing this, and I would be there on the basis that whatever we did we did for the present.
I only have one regret.
That regret is that I can't publish all the bastards names and addresses publicly.
If I could do that I would feel vindicated.
Or, if I could live in a quiet place with a few quiet mistresses, a job and a couple of guns, I would be satisfied.
Obviously, in order to prevent their victims from defending themselves, they are variously disarmed, declared insane or otherwise rendered helpless.

But these are legal instruments.
And I've got news.
I don't care about legalities.
I care about justice.

Clarkson On Form.

Jeremy Clarkson writes in the Times.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

The Simpsons

Don't you just love the Simpsons?
On Friday they went to Toronto.
The Dodgers stadium was renamed 'Dodgers Of Foreign Wars'.
So where the fuck were the Americans in 1939?
The Canadians sure as hell were there, but where were the 'Simpsons'?

Not Brilliant.

He looks like Mao Tse Tung.
She looks like Imelda Marcos.
The pair of them aren't smiling; they are merely stifling the howls that would normally issue from the holes in their faces.

God help Australia.

Friday, November 23, 2007


Isn't Ugly Betty brilliant!
Just saw the episode with Posh and the wedding.

What Gets Me.....

All the Communists are now pillars of the establishment.

And people think it's because we've changed them!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

What Went Wrong?

Back in the eighties(yes, I remember the eighties) we, and I mean 'we', were mostly outraged by the clear perpetration of evil by the Soviet Union.
The Soviet Union was the pinnacle of evil in the world, the source of arms, succour and comfort to murderers all around the globe, and the clear source of the ills besetting the world.

We could listen to Radio 1 and hear people mocking Andropov('Dropoff') openly, mainstream, popular music, BBC Radio 1.

The eighties culminated with a world drunk on its own success witnessing the collapse of evil.

And where are we today?
The old chestnut about the failure being 'right' despite its failure has come back and kicked us in the arses, or in the teeth if we look like resisting; the Soviet Union lives on in spirit and is killing the world even now, through the proxies and usable fools like Brown and Bush.
Without the anti-beacon of pure evil, Ronnie's 'Evil Empire', we are reduced to witnessing the flashes of light as the scurrying dwarves run rings around us in the Media-induced fog, and tie us up with the ropes of regulation into just one more variant of the Evil Empire.

And Freedom dies.
It's so sad.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Most Excellent Dude.

Fred's on form

Behavioural Reinforcement.

I was programmed in 1990.
I was programmed to fail, by the method of traumatic induction.
Traumatic induction as practised by my torturers is the replacement of random, non-communicative, non-influential and random occurrences with what they hope will be subliminally inducted communications.
So, for example, every time you go into a certain pub in an area under their influence, there will be a tape(a jukebox requires an observer-operator, and all pubs have a 'secret' preference control-I've seen them) playing a particular song, usually a mournful, threatening song such as 'Road To Hell' by Chris Rea, or a strident nag like 'You're So Vain'.What will be striking is the sheer consistency of the occurrence of the message.
Five visits, five repeats, and even the thickest-skinned will begin to get the message.

Of course, the people in charge of psychologically traumatising me were like a Spetznaz simulation of 'Western Rockers', somewhat unconvincing and crook.

The trauma part comes from the application of physical violence.
In my case random brawling was replaced by a targetted attack. Obviously these life-forms think of themselves as apart from general criminality, so they try to provoke.
Their desperation resulted in an actual challenge after I evaded their traps for three months.
The last time I fought was against their hit man.
I lost the fight but hit the hitter.
And last year in the North Of England they tried again.
The technique is always the same.
They don't necessarily resort to violence but they do try to induce fear and intimidation which they then exploit by rather sophisticated means.
My problem ws that my experiments in resistance training had left me slightly 'heads-up' regarding the locals, so I was noticed.

For sure there are people these creeps leave decidedly alone, people with connections and resources.
Of which I now have some. In theory at least.
But I also have plans for a life, so I am loath to take the risk of committing to sending the bastards a message they can't miss.
I suppose unless I actually cut number 1's throat I'd just be even more heads up.

These people were the prototype for the Village in 'The Prisoner', which like any good fable has a basis in fact.

I think that these funny little people are known all over the world by various other groupings and organisations, and are terrified that I represent another hostile organisation.
Or maybe they are just sadistic bastards for the sake of it.

I think that they are the Meta-Communists I was talking about earlier.
I think that it is quite possible they pre-date Marx.
I think that their 'science' is a living document or may even have been written down.
It's possible that they are tolerated in the West because they appeared to help in the fight against the Soviet variety.

But I know their stink.
The actual goal of their machinations is the mental collapse of their victim; even if only in the sense that the victim withdraws and leaves their path to power and potential dominance clear.
They are quite happy with the potential for the time being. It's like a promise of a breath of air for their fetid insect minds.
I pride myself that I obliged them to commit thought, effort and resources to my victimisation, and gave them cause for worry too.
But in the end experience tells, and mine was the mind that began to trick itself into disaster after freedom was reached; partly because they sowed my path with poisonous lies to prepare the way.
The fact is, they raped a girl I knew. Maybe she staged it. I didn't think so at the time. But they raped her in such a way that I would know. This was supposed to colapse my mind, because the knowledge was subliminal.
But I figured it out and went looking for them.
That was when I fought.
And the purpose of the fight was to make me 'give up'. That was what they wanted me to admit.
That I would 'give up'.
I didn't.

The reason I am non-violent today is that violence is playing their game, unless you do it so as to end the bloody game.

Sweet dreams.
Be seeing you!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Not So Impressive.

Since the US government raided the Sunshine Mint and stole all the Liberty Dollars with no respect for Rights, Law or Justice, I have removed their links.
Thanks to Djomama for this.


The Toronto Sun is a mainstream paper I am proud to include in the blogroll.
It will replace the portly 'Star'.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Fag Ends Of The Aristocracy aka Vermin.

The vermin are all around us, a perpetual acompaniment of snickering impotence, searching for our desires and ambitions, searching for anything to keep us in line.
They delude themselves that they have a god-given mission to prevent us from ever amounting to anything (or anyone).
They inhabit the Twilight Zone of social interaction, seeking to pass unnoticed and unchallenged through our perception and into our minds.
They pride themselves that they are subtle.
I'm not so subtle.
I've put up links to the major Western Security Services.
This is because these people are not the same people at all. They earn the Secret people a lot of bad press, but in fact they are shit scared of them.
I'm just trying to give a little back.
A little Hell, that is.

Spare A Thought For The Guys Back There.

One of my mates back at the 'Post was a Zimbabwean, a big, grinning villain with a dear family.
He was kicked out for soliciting in the company car on Water Lane, but that's not the point.
This is

Friday, November 16, 2007

Forgive My Ignorance

There was a film in England in the 80s called 'Letter To Brezhnev'.
It was about a romance, Northern of course, between some Grimsby slappers and a crewman on a Russian trawler.
Of course, a Grimsby trawler was lost in the 70s, with a strong local suspicion that the Russians murdered the crew, but never let it be said that British luvvies ever paid attention to the sensibilities of anybody but their Communist masters; so they made a film in which the girls wrote a letter to the big boss man so that they could go on sinking the pink with their lardy Soviet thicko in dear old blighty.

The funniest part of this was that at the time, Maggie, Ronnie and most of the Western populace were busy gleefully putting the skids under Communism, so the sentimentality of appealing to mass murderers for clemency was especially touching.
NB.- This shite has an entry in Wikipedia. Apparently it was set in Liverpool after all. The propaganda about 'Thatchers Britain' is placed as subtley as a Coca-Cola can in a bad Spielberg movie.

Thursday, November 15, 2007


Looking at the persistence of debate in the USA on abortion, I thought about a few possibilities.
Suppose abortion was banned on the basis that unless medically necessary, the termination of a human life was murder; I thought, suppose the penalty for abortion was - wait for it - nine months in prison.
Then I thought, since abortion is banned, let pregnant people plead hardship.
Give them the opportunity to be supported by the state for nine months, on the basis that they want nothing to do with the baby, and will never have anything to do with the baby, and that their jobs are held legally open for them when they return, like war veterans.
Would rationalise a difficult situation.
The kids would be put up for adoption.
Works for Catholics.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


The new front in the plot for Communist World Domination opened up years ago.
Adapting to the new overt reality of collapsed Soviets, they did their trademark thing of infiltration and subversion.
Today, the World Communist Party still exists, but it is domiciled nowhere in particular, with a relay of rotating leadership, each of whom takes a crack in turn at whatever tough-nut target it is that they want to crack.
They have all the gear, all the time in the world and enough resources too make their presence inferable by the observant.
At school my teacher always said I was very observant.
So here they are.
They have men on the ground.
They have men in high places.
They don't necessarily have men with guns - but they know where they can get them at short notice.
They have men with fists(as always- the only change is the command structure).

The open 'Communist Parties' are for the benefit of useful idiots.The real deal is as tight as MI5 but more numerous.
They are subtle, personable even.
They spread their easy brand of hell throughout the world, raising the uneasy hackles of British socialist and capitalist alike.
They are in most organisations, like a spider's web of command and control, able to attack the just on the slightest pretext, able to crush with neat application the independent rallies of the few, crush them when they don't even know how or why.
Well I've seen them and they've seen me.

I hope I'm not the only thinker who understands this.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Artistic Installation.

There are many facets to the movements which seek to oppress us.
They, like Stalin's and Dzerzhinsky's 'Trust', try to acquire the appearance of a dialogue, while all the while remaining in control.
They will seek to represent, or appear to represent, people and organisations that they presume will have influence over us.
They seek to subvert and to rule, to thwart our every ambition, impulse and spark of decency using whatever means they can.
In the day of the telephone it was the exchange.
In the day of radio, it was(overtly) the BBC. 'Radio Radio' indeed.
They fashion themselves to our presumed illusions, and use our own values (which they regard as 'weaknesses') against us when they can.
In the age of the Web, they are in possession of tools which don't register, don't leave us the means to trace and don't respect our self-drawn decency boundaries.
Like the agent in 'Twin Peaks', they write their reports based on the degree of delusion they have inflicted on themselves by attempting to follow the Swallow-dives of our beleaguered minds, and the trauma serves to justify their never-ending persecutions.

In their madness, they propbably imagine that they have sufficient justification for doing what they do; after all, in a world of delusion just one more low route through the chaos to connect with some innocent somewhere will almost certainly go unnoticed.
Think what is at stake.
Why, 'world domination' again! Yes! The ability to terrorise us in our own kitchen is key to securing the imperial boundary of their shrunken perception.
The more they range over the world, the less they see. The further they go, the nearer they are.
They don't like that mad Russian gear, Kaspersky, of course, but I wouldn't depend on it protecting you.
Ultimately there is only one defence.
They fill the vacuum, but only if you leave one.
You must become a control freak.
In the sense that even your wildest and free time is spent making your own noise for your own expression.
You've got to squeeze them out of your space, squeeze them till their pips squeek.
In the time of criminal frights, they are the one doing most of the crime, and they are the ones who must be ignored.
They must be banished to the futility of irrelevence.
When the time comes, they will find that all their years of preparation for the 'end' leaves them buried in a bunker while the Human Race sprints from the start-line.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Give My Love To Yoda.

For the last three Sundays, ITV '1' has been showing Star Wars.
One each week, no bullshit.
And I don't mean the crappy modern stuff.
I mean the real, original, Cold War-winning real thing, Star Wars-A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back and The Return Of The Jedi.

For once I will let words fail me and just say Fucking Awesome!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Come In.

We've been expecting you, mister Sony.
I think you'll find that your puny 'Copy Protection' is useless against my superior Linux technology.

Friday, November 09, 2007

I Love Work.

Work is a wonderful invention.
At work we have the entire world of good and evil, a world so very often denied to us in our 'own' time.
At work, we are assailed by the 'shrieking and fearful'.
These unfortunate creatures surround us with their perma-spittle of wretched sounds, trying and trying and trying oh-so-hard to put us off, or even provoke us into looking bad.
But we transcend, through the power of work.

We also make friends.
There is nothing funnier than sitting down to lunch with a bunch of jolly, good-natured working people, and catching site of one of your freakish, shit-faced would-be tormentors staring goggle-eyed and shrieking with horror at the site of so much well earned enjoyment.
These life forms seek to alienate, isolate and torture. They never seem to do any actual work, only hold pointless and fruitless chin-wagging sessions where they attempt to reach a convincing tonality; you can tell they are actually listening to themselves in their depravity to try and judge whether anybody can see through them.

I mean, all this fucking crap when they are being paid, it's robbery.

I scored bigtime this afternoon. I got a big old programme up to code and working after a week of bloody-minded debugging.
Listening all the while to ACDC on my headphones and powering through the bullshit like a nuclear sub.

If only I could do the same at home.
But then, we have 'neighbours', don't we?

Why can't all these dreadful people just FOAD?

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

You Lying Creeps.

From the Toronto Star - we are all dying of ship pollution.
What's the matter mate?
Too far from you?
Not under your miserable thumb?
You just can't stand the thought of somebody enjoying a peaceful adventurous life on the ocean?
These bastards have to get their fucking mitts on everybody.

Pass The Champagne and Stamp On A Face

Shortly before I left Yorkshire I worked a .NET('dot-net') contract.
The boss was a socialist.
She used to sit in her office trying to impersonate a statue of Lenin, closing the door whenever she drew in a victim to whom she could give free reign to her viciousness, so that the rest of her victim employees could only guess at what hell was being unleashed.

She tried to make me believe I wasn't a programmer, I was a van driver.
She was a nasty piece of work.

Today at my new job, where everything has been hunky dory, the resident socialist wasn't content to listen to my interesting story about how I'd worked for Burton's Tailors.
He said, "So you were an order picker then?", as if all hard work was a badge of shame.

And I realised several things about socialists.
1) They are snobs.
2)They exist for the impression they can make on others.
3) They run a mile when there is real work to be done.

Oh, and while they talk up the 'working class' something awful, they hate working people with a passion that leaks out like an explosion of darkness, a black ray that seeks to kill and still everything it touches.

Useful idiots excepted.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

As If That Wasn't Enough...

The price of an ounce of Fine Gold is currently $822 dollars, or in excess of £400.
That means my sole surviving KrugerRand is now worth double what I paid for it.
The last one I sold went on the air fare to Toronto last year.
This one is a keeper.

And Today?

I had a good day.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Notes From The IPCRESS Chamber.

You might think that the film the 'IPCRESS File' was a fanciful piece of romanticised espionage fiction.
As I sit here on Guy Fawkes Night, listening to enough explosions and reports for a bad night in Beirut, punctuated by the wailing of the emergency vehicles, I am reflecting on my apparent state of callousness.

Indeed, I have been brought to the stage whereby so many of my 'Redlines' have been crossed that I cannot proceed to do anything of value without breaking my stillness, the stillness of the grave, the grave in which I have been buried alive.

And when you do this, you yourself cross your own redlines, so that your continuing presence is the presence of the ghost in the machine, the machine of your own day-to-day life.
I am an unwelcome guest in my own existence, with nothing but fitful irritation to mark my interaction with those who have been used in my sacrifice.

The IPCRESS File used sounds and flashing lights to illustrate something very real, something which appears, like troubles, in multitudes and attacks us every now and again with a persistence which can- indeed must- be directed.

By such means are we British put into our places.
By destroying our ability to care, they render us accepting and cooperative.
Then they sit back and wait for 'common sense' to take its course.
After all, why endure a great passion when there are so many pretty, pretty girls in the streets?
Why value your family, when after all, there are so many families and people who need you?

I was supposed to be a rich man.
I spoke out against the expropriation of a colleague.
I was sacked.
I continued to speak out.
I was threatened with legal action.
My savings were trashed.
I continued to speak out.
My family was threatened.
I continued to speak out.
People in Canada threatend people I barely knew in America.

These are facts.
You can infer a great 'conspiracy' if you like, but no one man would justify such an investment of effort.
But when it is already an industry, such a small matter to use the delicate touch on just one more, eh?

There is something foul and malevolent at loose in the fabric of England.
Many think they are fighting it when they in fact are extending it, covering it in straw men behind which it is safe.
It isn't necessarily the government, far from it, this is mostly governed by constitution and law, but where it can spread its claws it does.
It is a black, black organisation which to me is nameless.
But it exists.
The Hellfire Club was probably the nearest it ever had to a public face.
It is real.
It is around us.
It is not all that large.
But it is everywhere.

And the way to defeat it is to simply walk away.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

And Now For Something Completely Different

Here we had two competing satellite tv companies, BSB and Sky.
Many years ago they merged, to be known as BSkyB.
But everyone knows it's Sky.
Sky 3 is a free-to-air channel, which used to show double-bills of Futurama.
It stopped and for a while was total crap, but just this week it has been showing a series called 'Jewish Law'.
It is a documentary about various beliefs and practises, especially domestic practises, among the British Diaspora.
It is reminding me of why I used to have so many Jewish friends and especially lady-friends.
It was like coming out of a desert and landing in a community of Peter Ustinovs, cheerful, boisterous, peaceful, friendly and principled.
Not necessarily to be confused with the dementia of Israel.
I'm talking about Jewish communities here, where no thought was given to political law and entity.

Well, this series has brought it all back.
It has reminded me of the genius of developing ways to live with internal principle in an outward world of hostility, or indifference, and yet still prosper.The twists and turns that Jew and non-Jew are permitted to make in this dance of principle, so that life goes on, always with an implied smile.

My fascination with Jewish people (not necessarily Israeli) so often turns to admiration for their unprepossessing and cheerful humility which has a habit of humanising the scale of so many problems.
Jewish people should be protected and cherished in our communities, and yes, studied anthropologically, because they are so damned interesting.

Monday, October 29, 2007

More Laing-Think About It. Cool.

But as Laing was, moreover, a critic of psychiatric diagnosis, he argued that diagnosis of a mental disorder contradicted accepted medical procedure: diagnosis was made on the basis of behavior or conduct, and examination and ancillary tests that traditionally precede diagnosis of viable pathologies like broken bones or pneumonia occurred after (if at all) the diagnosis of mental disorder. Hence, psychiatry was founded on a false epistemology: illness diagnosed by conduct but treated biologically.

The fact that medical doctors had annexed mental disorders did not mean they were practicing medicine; hence, the popular term "medical model of mental illness" is oxymoronic, since, according to Laing, diagnosis of mental illness did not follow the traditional medical model. The notion that biological psychiatry is a real science or a genuine branch of medicine has been challenged by other critics as well.

R.D.Laing was a Great Man.

Reading through 'A Pox On All Their Houses' I found a reference to R.D. Laing.
Looking further I found this:
Laing argued that the strange behavior and seemingly confused speech of people undergoing a psychotic episode were ultimately understandable as an attempt to communicate worries and concerns, often in situations where this was not possible or not permitted. Laing stressed the role of society, and particularly the family, in the development of madness. He argued that individuals can often be put in impossible situations, where they are unable to conform to the conflicting expectations of their peers, leading to a 'lose-lose situation' and immense mental distress for the individuals concerned. (In 1956, Palo Alto, Gregory Bateson and his colleagues Paul Watzlawick, Donald Jackson, and Jay Haley[4] articulated a related theory of schizophrenia as stemming from double bind situations where a person receives different or contradictory messages.) Madness was therefore an expression of this distress, and should be valued as a cathartic and trans-formative experience.

All this from Wikipedia
Now, I've been 'mad'.
Seriously, I've been very ill.
Years ago.
And I changed.
Fifteen years without violence? That's quite an achievement for an angry man.
Writing is a good way to help.
Obviously my ex-employers, Pinky and Perky understood this, which is why they threatened me with legal action unless I stopped writing.
For the record, Pinky and Perky(we know who) are a couple of vicious little cunts who should be fed feet-first into a slowed-down meat mincer.

But as John Wayne would have said, "I ain't gonna do it."

Sunday, October 28, 2007

A Little Predictive Ignorance;

A new two part melodrama
from Channel 4(of course!), that irresponsible repository of think-tank dross and pressure-group salvation.
I have absolutely no doubt that since two or more 'eths' have been subborned(probably by promises of a redeemable future) into appearing as the main protagonists, that this will be standard issue 'liberal' posturing of the sickest and most self-masturbatory nature, leading to an inevitable denoument in which culture and in particular its imposition are found to be absolutely not to blame.

If I had any intention of watching this pathetic apology(read the title folks), I would look forward to stock, non-characterisations of the police( and other stereotypical establishment figures)and their 'sympathy' inducing rampages with almost shame-faced amusement.

But I don't have any intention of watching it, and any bloody idiot who let's this serve as an introductoin to 'Islam', should get down to his local corner shop and start a conversation.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Friday, October 26, 2007

Executive Parking Space.


Looks like a pretty straight kind of a guy to me.
Who exactly did he kill, and why?
Could this be the beginning of a Free-Pardon for McNair Now campaign?

Old School Killer-Like His Style

Medicinal Viewing.

Nervous Shakedown!


This was the place; on an operational FAA airfield at Yeovilton a few miles from Yeovil.
Meanwhile today a colleague handed me a DVD with the collected works of AC/DC on it.
Now I'm no thief, and I will be buying the hard stuff as soon as I can find a retailer- two of the last three Amazons have gone missing.

Think on this; in '74 Bon Scott and Phil Linnot both released different Jailbreak albums, celebrating escape and liberty from the 'Man'.
Within five years both were dead, from 'accidents'.

So believable right?
Meanwhile, to Angus and the rest- I'm truly sorry to be pirating your post 1983 works, but rest assured I shall be on Amazon tonight.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Moving On Twenty Years or so;

Here are the rest of the pictures.
Location to be revealed soon.

A Supermarine Seafire; who knew that the company produced for the sea before the Spitfire? And this was one that returned to the sea.

Fairey Albacore - one step up from the Swordfish, and still a torpedo ship, with a cutaway weapon beside the aircraft.
Something tells me few people would have driven a car to work when they were involved with these.

An early twenties Fairey design- a Fox? Not sure.

A Fairey Firefly. Fairey aviation shut up shop in the early sixties after the Rotodyne, but the engineering company lives on in West London.(They sold the airfield).

A Mig 15. Blasphemous.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Apparently This Proves Climate Change

Climate change being the more mealy-mouthed bullshit phrase for the catch-all religion.

More HP 115.

Definitely a rare and peculiar plane.
Top speed around 300mph, though like the good research tool it was, it had all the characteristics of a fast supersonic jet.
Except the speed, of course.
It was a low speed delta-wing research bird which flew for the first time shortly after I was born, and stopped flying when I was 13 years old.
Moon Astronaut Neil Armstrong was supposed to fly it in '62, but NASA banned him until 1971.
He had other things to do apparently.
(Giant steps are what you take-walking on the moon....)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Meanwhile Back At the Ranch...

This is about a nice trick which stopped the IRS of the USA dead in its tracks.
It comes via Djomama

Meanwhile, Back in the Trenches!

A Sopwith Camel

The Western Front parking lot

Something from our European friends-an Albatross, flown by the Germans, built by the Dutch.
Or is this the Camel?
This is also a Sopwith- a Sopwith Triplane.

So I Stepped Onto Concorde Today, But The Flight Was Cancelled


'Course, my hangar is a bit crowded. Space is so expensive these days.

A little Handley Page goes a long way, unfortunately not across the Atlantic

All the comforts of home, including loads of electronic kit to play with. And a few seats for the family

Go up to the cockpit, the blasted pilot wasn't there.

He just left a note. Boasting as usual.

I suppose I could have taken one of the others; the blue one is a Fairey Delta 2(BAC221?Ha!).
It is certainly fast enough.

Oh well.
Perhaps another day eh?

Friday, October 19, 2007

Criminals and Criminality

One thing that struck me about the Police, Camera, Action-show on TV tonight; the people in nine tenths of the clips were wildly irrational.
They pursued their courses with no regard for the shallow truth of their situation, the fact that the police were on their cases and in close, inescapable pursuit.
And this was, except in the cases of the actually criminal, due to their obedience to the feelings of rebellion, blind rebellion, the sort of rebellion that arises from the crisis.
The crisis being the emergence of long-forgotten feelings over which they have no control, feelings which they never knew before, feelings which lead them into uncharted territory.
It is in the expression of these feelings, when they have no real experience or idea of how to express them, that they act in ways which are considered illegal.
Thus this moment of rebellion and its expressers are criminalised.
And so the stereotype of sense in conformity is reinforced to the point that millions of viewers sit in judgement, led by the nose by the platitude-spouting presenters, denying themselves in order to condemn as 'unfortunates' these irrational individuals.
And yet- there is more rationality in the outbursts of these few tens or dozens than in the slavish conformance of the watching thousands, especially as at any time the two are interchangeable.
The statistics may be constant(more likely rising), but the specific actors are interchangeable, as none of these repressors knows when he or she will be the next one to crack and scream for a few moments of doomed freedom.

Which brings me to the point.

When Freedom is prohibited, the only freedom available will be bootleg freedom which is precisely what these unpractised, unrefined outbursts are.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007


The Montagnards.
40,000 of them fought the Communists.
They fought on after the Americans left them.
They are still fighting today.
Please don't forget them.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Oh, What?

The New York Times reports; that would be the Sub-Prime disaster explained then.(Three US economists win the Nobel Prize).

Sunday, October 14, 2007

'Life' Form.

From the New York Times.
Bring back the birch.

Politician Pram

Has anyone else noticed that no political scum thinks it is really on Cloud 9 until it is being ferried around in the cliched 'black Mercedes', to be aborted onto the steps of some flea-bitten hotel or government building with the mandatory misery of photographers and hangers on.

Fucking pathetic.
Pull all their funding and sell off all the limos to stock-car enthusiasts.
Then let the useless bastards get jobs. If they can.

Friday, October 12, 2007

No Ball Prize

Far be it from the Meat-Ball eaters to attempt to subvert democracy in America.
They were really taking the Peace today.

No Ball Prize

Far be it from the Meat-Ball eaters to attempt to subvert democracy in America.
They were really taking the Peace today.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Won't Somebody Think Of The Children?!?!

From 1969 to 2006, at least 45 children died after taking decongestants, and 69 died after taking antihistamines, the industry association has said.
From the New York Times, remedy makers withdraw products.
Meanwhile millions have died of preventable disease and starvation worldwide, and hundreds more from even less actionable causes every year even in the USA.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Beer And Skittles.

The ancient and traditional sport of Skittles- much older than bowling.

Drink by the lane.

The one in the middle-the one with the crown - that's the Kingpin.
How many times have you wondered what that meant?

A little fast action-sitting with a beer between turns.

And all a few minutes away.